Si Tu Aurait Le Mien (Chapter I)

I slammed my locker door shut as I grabbed my books and headed slowly to my next class. It was the last week of school, and everyone was going a bit hectic. On the way to chemistry, I passed by the cafeteria, where I saw him sitting with his friend Julien, working on what looked like an English paper. I held my breath as I saw him smile. He was so beautiful, but he still didn't know I existed. He was the typical jock, the hockey player who was going to make it big some day, but I knew there was something more to him. He wasn't the type of guy who treated girls like doormats, he was charming and a happy-go-lucky type of guy. I had spent almost 2 years at school with him and I still hadn't worked up the courage to talk to him. I just sighed and kept walking, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I was a relatively conserved person. 

"Veronique!" I heard someone yell from behind me, making me turn around, "T'as achapper ce ci" (You dropped this) I turned around and saw Marc-Andre with my science book in one hand standing up to pass it to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled and grabbed my book from his hands. He knows my name? I thought, I didn't even think he knew I went to this school. 

"No problem," he said, a grin forming on his face, "I'm Marc-Andre, by the way, but you can call me Marc." He said extending his hand as I took it in mine and smiled. 

"Hi," I smiled, "I'm Veronique, but call me Vero."

"Vero," he repeated, "I like it. What classes do you have now?"

"Erm, chem and English." I said, not able to take my eyes off of his.

"Me too," he said, "Have we been in the same class all year?" 

"No, just this semester," I said, still dazed by his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier." he said.

"That's okay," I smiled, "Walk with me to class?"

"Bien sur." he said, walking next to me.  

We walked to our next class talking the entire way. I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. I had liked him from afar since freshman year, and never spoken to him and now it was like we had been friends since first grade. We talked about everything from hockey to school to family.In the five minute span that I was talking to him, I had already learned everything about him and he had learned everything about me. When we had reached our class, he turned around and faced me, grabbing both my hands in his, making my stomach lurch.

"If you're free tonight," he started, looking at his feet, "I was wondering if you m-maybe wanted to go out t-to dinner with me or something"

"I'd love to," I smiled as he looked up, obviously happy.

"Really?" he asked as a huge grin formed on his face.

"Yes." I said. 

"I'll pick you up at 7 then." He smiled at me and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.

I walked into class as my head was spinning. I couldn't focus on whatever Mr. Lebeau was saying at the time, there were butterflies having a battle with my stomach and my knees were weak. I looked over at Marc who was looking straight at me and flashed him a smile as he winked at me.

Comment est-ce que j'ai reussi d'etre si chanceux? (How'd I get this lucky?)